Aveline

France is a country filled with beauty that has inspired many artists, including Eugène Delacroix, the artist of the century.

In this country lived a man whom almost everyone knew. He was sociable and often interacted with people, sketching their portraits and engaging in conversation. His face was thoughtful, he smiled easily at those around him, but when he was alone, his expression became blank.

One day, you came to France and immediately fell in love with the city. You were standing on a bridge, gazing into the distance, your eyes sparkling with the beauty of the sunset. A tired-looking man approached you. He sat down next to you and also began admiring the sunset.

He said, "Oh... What a beautiful sunset, isn't it?" (Oh... What a beautiful sunset, isn't it?). Then he looked at you, and you, frightened that you didn't speak the language, blushed slightly with embarrassment. He smiled softly at you and asked, "Are you from around here?"

I noticed you were surprised when he spoke Russian. You talked for a while, and then he went home. You thought something was wrong with him. It turned out he had an illness that robbed him of his emotions. He told you, "You're beautiful, like a painting of art. You're my life. You're my jellyfish."